Seething with rage, Zhang Jiyuan, covered head to toe in filth, struggled to climb out of the latrine pit.
A fresh, steaming pile of it—and a runny one at that—was balanced right on his head. This particular dollop must have been left by some unsuspecting female disciple... a disciple who, clearly, had a weak stomach. A single glance was enough to tell what she'd had for lunch.
As the other disciples watched Zhang Jiyuan climb out of the latrine pit, their faces turned pale with fright.
They all scrambled to get away, terrified of getting splashed...
Zhang Jiyuan glared at Chen Han with boundless fury.
Although he was only a Martial Master Seventh Layer, he had more right to be arrogant than anyone.
Because his older brother was Zhang Qiyuan, ranked ninth among those in the stone chambers!
